You were perched on the edge of the table, your legs dangling, eyes narrowing as Onslaught’s metallic fingers hovered over the chessboard. “Okay, so… I want the knight to—uh—”

Onslaught’s deep, rumbling voice interrupted. “Allow me. Your pieces are not sized for you to be able to move them.”

Before you could argue, his massive hand delicately picked up your knight and placed it with precision. “There,” he said, almost amusingly, “your move.”

You sighed, craning forward to see the board. “I swear, it feels like I’m playing blindfolded when you do that.”

Onslaught tilted his head matter-of-factly. “You are playing blindfolded against an elite tactician regardless. This is merely… assistance.”

Minutes passed. You tried a bold strategy, sacrificing a pawn to open up the center. Onslaught’s glowing optics flickered as he countered effortlessly, moving pieces with an elegance that made your jaw drop.

Finally, your king was cornered, with no escape. you let out a groan, dropping your hands onto your knees. “Okay, okay! I give up. You… you’re ridiculously good at this.”

Onslaught gently lifted your king and laid it sideways. “Checkmate. You fought admirably, little one. Strategy is a difficult teacher, but it rewards persistence.”